I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

bro i read nothing in my life

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

i love it here

magnetises a pin

Better Lift

feel you

god being the centre magnet

Lift Analysis

yeah

no like which do people call me

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

you cannot feed someone truth

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i really havent

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

fw

really i want the internet

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse 

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what do you think my name is

all that is to say

hello reader,

thank you